When Spirit Comes Knocking
Now if your dead ex-boyfriend would just stop interrupting my meditation sessions.
It would probably be fancier to say it all started in Sedona, a place known to birth things spiritual and woo woo. Sedona does play a part in this story, but the truth is it all started in a worn down, cheery yellow bungalow on North 49th Street in Milwaukee, WI.
When you’re fourth generation in a family home, and a number of those family members have passed (some in said house), you can pretty much guarantee the house is jam-packed full of spirits. I’m not even sure how old I was when I first became aware of Spirit in that house. Looking back, it’s where I first became aware of feeling the shift in energy changes, how residual energy can cling to a space, how dreams sometimes key us into details you hadn’t noticed during waking hours, that not all “ghosts” are scary ones, and that Spirit can definitely manipulate objects when they want to.
Of course, I wouldn’t recognize any of that until well into my 30s. At that earlier point in my life, I would have just told you I believed in ghosts and then filled in the gap with a couple of stories. No, accepting my gifts would be a long, winding road complete with beautiful scenery, but also sharp drop offs and roadblocks built from ego, fear and anger.
It’s a story of hiding my gifts from shame, to letting them creep back in, to being obsessed with learning about how to utilize my gifts, to Sedona, to working through my blocks, to acceptance and learning more, to tying my abilities and worth to another person, to putting a huge block up against it all, and to opening myself slowly back up to it.
I am Reiki III certified and a spiritual channel. I am by no means an expert, just a woman sharing her stories in hopes others can relate or take something from them.